บททั้งหมดของ The Ruthless Billionaire's Revenge: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

The hospital lights were too bright, sterile and cold, and the air reeked of antiseptic and fear. Elena sat stiffly on one of the hard chairs lining the emergency waiting room, her hands locked so tightly together that her knuckles had gone white. Every so often, she would shoot up from her seat and pace the narrow hallway, her heels clacking sharply against the linoleum floor.She could still see it—the sight of Adrain lying limp in the back of the ambulance, oxygen mask over his face, his shirt stained dark with blood. The sound of the paramedics shouting numbers and instructions to each other haunted her ears.It had all happened so fast, but now... now every second stretched unbearably long, a slow torture of helplessness.The doors to the emergency wing swung open.Elena’s head jerked up, hope and terror warring in her chest. A doctor in green scrubs approached, clipboard in hand, his face carefully composed.Elena rushed forward, her voice trembling. "Doctor... please... how is

The soft murmur of voices around her slowly pulled Elena from the depths of her sleep. Her body, sore and stiff from the long hours of remaining in the same position, slowly began to stir. The cool surface of Adrain's hand beneath hers was the only comfort she needed to anchor herself in the waking world.She shifted, trying to blink the sleep from her eyes, feeling the weight of exhaustion still hanging on her shoulders. As her gaze focused, she realized the warmth she had sought in her sleep wasn’t the faint echo of her own body, but Adrain's hand, still clasped in hers.She didn’t want to let go. But she had to.A soft knock on the door broke the quiet."Mrs. Elena?"The voice was kind and familiar, and Elena turned toward the sound, her eyes still bleary from the long night of worrying. The doctor entered, a warm smile already playing on his lips. He was the same doctor who had reassured her last night, and his calm presence helped settle the anxiety that had started to rise in he

The hospital room was hushed, bathed in the golden hue of the late afternoon sun filtering through the blinds. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor had become a strange kind of lullaby to Elena, as she sat upright, holding Adrain’s hand like a lifeline.It had been days now. Days of endless waiting, silent prayers whispered into the sterile air, and tireless vigilance.Elena’s eyes fluttered open after a brief doze. As she shifted slightly, her phone buzzed on the small table beside her. Picking it up with careful hands, she quickly dialed a number — the chief house staff.The call connected immediately."Hello ma'am," the man’s voice was steady and respectful.Elena didn’t waste time. "Please make sure the house keeps running. I want everything maintained as usual. No changes. No slackness. I need the house ready for Adrain when he returns home.""Of course, ma'am, "he responded without hesitation. "I'll oversee everything personally. Everything will be perfect for Mr. Adrain's

The day had finally come.After days of careful treatment, endless tests, physical therapy sessions, and emotional battles fought silently in the quiet hospital room, Adrian was ready to go home.It was a crisp morning—the kind of morning that smelled like new beginnings. The sun gleamed against the hospital windows, lighting the room with a soft, golden glow. It felt symbolic, as if even the heavens recognized the rebirth happening inside these four walls.Elena stood by Adrian’s side as the doctor completed the final discharge procedures. She clutched his hand tightly, her fingers warm and reassuring around his."Congratulations, Mr. Adrian," the doctor said with a smile. "You’ve defied the odds. Your recovery has been nothing short of remarkable. Just make sure you take it easy for the next few weeks. No heavy stress, no strenuous activities yet. Let your body continue to heal."Adrian nodded, gratitude filling his chest. "Thank you, doctor. For everything."The doctor patted his g

The day had come.The city buzzed with anticipation.Whispers had already started circulating through media houses, financial circles, and social platforms:Adrian would make a public statement today.No one knew exactly what to expect.Was he stepping down? Announcing bankruptcy? Surrendering?They couldn’t have been more wrong.The conference venue was a masterpiece of design—elegant and powerful, a mirror of Adrian's legacy. Thick marble columns lined the entrance, and luxurious carpets paved the way to the stage, where a massive backdrop displayed the company’s emblem in bold gold letters.Security was tight.Top executives, loyal board members, press agencies, and investors gathered. Their murmurs filled the vast hall, blending curiosity with tension.Inside a private waiting room, Adrian stood before a full-length mirror.He adjusted his dark suit—a deep navy tailored perfectly to his recovering frame. His shoulder was still bandaged beneath the fabric, but he carried himself ta